If only I could wake up
In a world of love
Without old debts
And these freaks that have always followed me
If only I could kiss you
Without bad memories of cold springs
Without images of suffering
That somehow cling to us
For my life is a game without end
A tiring tale, tearing of pages
On which nothing is written
For my life is an eternal fall
When I count my losses nothing remains
I only drag old habits
They're all that remains
If only I could wake you up
Brew you coffee, bring it to your bed
And kiss you
But there is no such thing, it does not exist
If only I could fall in love
With a young peasant girl, on some meadow
Up in outer space
So I can't see down